I’ve felt tragically alone,While on my daily morning walk to school,Swimming and sitting at the bottom of a pool,I’m beginning to think I’m prone.

I can feel it creeping up on me when I’m reading my books,When I’m strolling down a street and unknown eyes are shooting me looks,I felt it in third grade when I was the last one picked,It wasn’t Halloween but I felt like I was getting tricked.

I can recall being eight years old at Ross,When I foolishly got separated from you,How to find you? I had no clue,Oh, I felt so desperately lost.

I’ve felt alone while riding the bus and I was trying not to fuss,I’ve felt alone at a party with friends but not when it came to an end,I’ve felt alone when the loyalty bent and I couldn’t make amends,I’ve felt alone when I couldn’t trust and now I’m floating away like dust.

About POPS The Club

POPS is a high school club that welcomes all those whose lives have been touched by prison. We offer a space where members are encouraged to write, talk and paint their truths. At POPS we thrive on seeing the world as it is while imagining it as it could be. We are creating hope by tackling shame and fear. We are building a community based on dignity and openness.